Handful of Summer
yesterday I stood
ankle deep in summer
today rain pulls heat
from beneath my feet
sand drawn out by tides
or a rug picked up by fate
fall stalks dying bushes
winged gleaners gather seeds
grasping summer in my hand
I hold my breath
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4 comments:
Very nice, but I hope it wasn't written this year... it's too early for summer to be waning...
K
To hold summer a little longer would be great. I'm going to miss these warmer days when they leave us. Good night~
You have captured the essence of summer. The joy of it, the all-encompassing beauty of it. And then we hold our breath towards the end of it, fearful that if we exhale it will be gone. Beautiful poem!
We're forgetting what summers feel like here in the UK :-(
Great poem though.
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